Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Monaco and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing FM Einheit to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Sugar Minott. All the underground hits.
All The Move tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Vogues record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Womack record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rakim,
Yusef Lateef,
the Association,
Black Bananas,
Wire,
Barclay James Harvest,
Matthew Halsall,
D'Angelo,
Bluetip,
The Buckinghams,
Trumans Water,
Throbbing Gristle,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Joe Smooth,
Grandmaster Flash,
Moby Grape,
Jimmy McGriff,
Boredoms,
Terrestrial Tones,
Motorama,
Delon & Dalcan,
Flash Fearless,
The Knickerbockers,
Gang Gang Dance,
Roxy Music,
Eli Mardock,
Robert Hood,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Skriet,
June of 44,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
One Last Wish,
F. McDonald,
Soft Machine,
New York Dolls,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Fugazi,
Gang Green,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Cecil Taylor,
ABBA,
Erasure,
Tres Demented,
The Pretty Things,
Soul II Soul,
X-Ray Spex,
The Count Five,
Thee Headcoats,
Nation of Ulysses,
John Foxx,
Alphaville,
Altered Images,
Jeru the Damaja,
Marcia Griffiths,
Franke,
Bad Manners,
Television Personalities,
Bobby Womack,
Ossler,
Colin Newman,
Shuggie Otis,
The Residents,
Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.